Grace and Graceless. . .

Last night I went to my daughter’s dance recital at her magnet school. Fantastic, the girl has grace that her mother never ever had.

Case and point – I step into the theater, miss a step and sprawl on the ground. Mortification, people crowding asking if I’m ok. Muttering, hand flowers to a friend and climb to my feet ready to crawl under the seats. LOL. Yes that is me. I don’t believe anything is broken, but man am I sore this morning.

I was in pain until the show started and then the moment she started moving on stage, I was captivated. Every time I see her dance, I am stunned by how good she is.